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<sup>Name: Zel
Age: 14
Experience: Around Six years of writing
Other Studios: Utopia Studios

Patience level: If you improve then i will be patient, if you don't listen to me, then my patience will waver.
Your style of teaching: Unique. At first i deal with the language and grammar, then with the general quantity and description. Quality and spelling comes before length in my vision.
Preferred level: Beginning, Intermediate, Adavnced. It doesn't really matter. If you want to imp[rove, i will be more than happy.
Desired name of Academy: The Rehabilitation Center
Description of Academy: So you want to improve? You want to learn some tricks of the trade when it comes to writing? Well you've come to the right place, just sign in at the front desk and Zel will be with you shortly.
Student capacity: Around Five or something. Again, it doesn't really matter.

How’d you find us?: Alex told me.
What do you think of the site?: Magnifico (My sad attempt at Italian or w/e that was)
Do you think we should make changes?: Currently? No.

Two Role Play examples:

-- A Human Role Play

They say that the worlds most complex situations and questions can be solved by answering smaller ones. Smaller ones making up the more complex ones. What is the sun? Where did we come from? And still, the smaller ones don't have answers, or don't have the right answers. So in turn, we have all the wrong questions to all the right answers. Scientists have been working for years on the substance that they call space. And yet, artists seemed to have captured it in all the same time, though there forms were not always written down on paper, or in english. Or in fact any language that the human mind could understand in the matter of seconds. Artists have a more refound way to capture each of the elements, each emotion can pose a million words. You see when an artist looks at a landscape, they do not see a tree, a lake and an island. They see life, they see a whole range of colours, they see birds, they find how the air moves around certain objects. They make the image that they paint seem even more real and even slight more surreal than the object they were looking at. You see, the good artist creates not out of what she can see with her eyes, but of what she can see with her mind and imagination. They have been given the gift of belief.

And so it was that as the woman sat with her back against one of the more shady trees on the outskirts of Amnos she pondered this, all the wonders of the earth, all the other realms and what could possibly be waiting out there for her. The girl who knew, even from a young age that she did not fit in here. Not with those in the water realm, for she always dreamt of the wind on her face, of the trees swaying in a gentle breeze. All her art seemed to rely on that one factor. Air. But it was forbidden to cross into that territory, forbidden to cross borders, many did it unanounced, but not women. They were treated as mere possesions, and possesions could not go amis of the one who possessed them. She bit her lip slightly, a drop of blood appeared and yet she mad eno haste to wipe it away, as was the poise of an artist, she was supposed to be creating a poem for one of the higher lords. But no inspiration came to her. It would be only three more hours before she would send the young lady who worked as her messanger to the man, and he would be left empty handed, she couldn't do that.

I feel it there, and yet i cannot reach it. She mused to herself, the girl was supposed to be ladylike, and she played the part pretty well, such as was the life of an artist, always pretending to be in connection with those around them when it was really the world they were thinking about, her mind always found itself flittering away to some unknown and undiscovered place, that was only in her dreams. She was often scolded for it, but she was classified a woman now, and had moved from her aunts place. It was strange, when she was young her mother had passed away, and it had been said her father had aswell. However, she found herself thinking, and coming to an almost certain conclusion that he was still alive .. somewhere, just not here. Aela could paint a picture of his face, thoug that was one of the paintings always burned, painting him always brought her to tears, because she could never complete the painting, all she remembered of him were his emerald green eyes and the was the corners of his mouth creased when he was amused. The song like sound of his laugh, a musical roundition. But she could never finish that painting. You may think that as insignificent, but for an artist not being able to complete a painting hurt, a spiritual wound more deep than any physical one. And her hurt was much more, as she could not complete a painting of her father.

The Silthouette of the moon does shine.
Reflecting gently across the waves.
And yet from afar do'st a shadow grow.

She only got three lines of the poem that was supposed to be littering down the page, when she stopped and crossed it out. No, that was not it, it was harder to find. Something there was not right. So why was it posing so hard to write a simple poem? That is the question that you may ask, and it was on her mind at that moment aswell. But her mind rebelled it had to be perfect, it had to be right. For what else did she have to live for? If not for books, painting and poetry then she would have no identity. And one must protect their identity at all costs. To her writing was not just putting words onto paper and praying to some unknown god that they turn out all right. To her writing was an art, a planned movement, like the swordsman moved his feet and arms in a fight so she must moved the words. To show people just what it is she sees and thinks about. To create a small window in which they can catch glimpses of the world she lives in, to make the words come alive.

The woman sighed, a motion that showed inner distress, even though those who observed her could not see why she would feel this distress. She placed the paper she wrote upon, onto the earth and stood up, moving to the waters edge she stared into it immense mass. It was a strange feat however to see that unlike most people in the water realm she stayed atleast three meters from the edge, another symbol of her differenece. Ever since her mothers death she had feared water, all knowledge of how to swim had evaporated, now she feared the substance and just wished it all to go away. It was so that she only moved to the Isalnds that were connected by bridges, and even then she mainly stayed on the one closest to the border.

Aela did not need to be reminded of her difference, and yet. Many people hastened to do so, she was not blind, though sometimes she may act it.

-- An Equine Role Play

She shifted slightly. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable. Feeling the pressure of both the stags gaze upon her unique frame. She smiled slightly. Unaware of what was going on in the stags heads. The only reason she didnt jump at the chance of a home was that. She didnt know if that was right for her. Besides it would not only have to suit her, but would have to suit Vanir aswell. Besides, her heart twitched towards the one dubbing himself as al'harrif.

She saw the ebon stag's confused gaze. A slight smile appeared one her maw. She didnt know why. But she seemed to have that effect on some. Making them dazed, or even sometimes at loss of what to say. She felt foolish all the same. Trying to hide her feelings. She looked so confident on the outside. But that was only to mask what she felt on the inside. At his words she couldn't help but supress a giggle. A slight bow was sent in the czar's direction.

"Well then sir, i must apologise. I didn't expect this land to be so full at this hour...."

She said with a slight shrug. Her look was afronted and put off. She didnt want to offend these stags for she had been alone to long. A smile took her maw. She looked between the two of them. The other seemed to have fallen unfathomably silent. She dispised silence. For in that silence her thoughts strayed. Back to her dreamworld. Her nightmares. She was usually fearfull at the very thought. But she tried hard not to think of that now. But she let it show in her optics. The dread that filled her everynight. When she tried to stop sleeping yet failed miserably. A sigh was released from her maw. But quickly she looked up as to see wether it had been pictured.

She watched him closly. More closely than in fact even he could percive. For in this watching visions were coming to her. She tilted her head. She could see flashes of this stags past. Why though? These visions only came when they wanted to show her something, tell her something. But she liked this stag. Why would they wish to change her perspective of him now. Control your thoughts Frey, don't let them control you... her brothers words ran through her mind. That was all very well for him to say that. But he was not here now. In fact, she did not know wether she would ever see him again. He was admirable if truth be told. But he was very ambitious. He had sought bigger and better things in a land far away.

For a moment her thoughts strayed away from the flashes of memory she picked up from Al'Harrif. But now they came back. Flashes, many flashes of a great barren landscape. A desert. There were other figures. Though when their lips moved she could not percieve their lyrics. Her visions were silent. Dial still tilted she looked at the ebon czar. She wnated to ask him about it. But what if he disregarded her for it? She would not want that. Could not have it. It was to hard. But, no. Her curisoity got the better of her.

Auds barely picked up his last lyrics. But she learned enough to know what he had been saying. A light smile played upon her ivory mask. Why she said it as mask? Because thats what it was, a weapon trained in disguising one's inner most thoughts and feelings. Something her visions had tresspassed upon for many a year. In fact, ever since she was born.

"T'is a pleasure to meet thy to Al'harrif. Though i must ask. I see you traversed a great barren landscape? Sir..you do not have to answer me if you do not wish to. And infact i am sorry for being rude on asking this. But why?"

She said. Trying to keep her voice from sounding nosy and arrogent. Trying to hide the curiosity that burned her mind. And all the while trying to stop the visions from burning her mind. That was what took up most her focuss. Yes, indeed they were helpful at some points. But at times like this they were a nuisance. Something created she thought for nothing more than to annoy her.

Vanir twitched his large ears. Looking curiously up at his mistress as she inquired as to the whereabouts of the ebon czar that stood before them. This took his attention away from the Eagle. Twitching his crown so that his acusing optics bored deep into the stags own. Most would find this intrudingly unnerving. Perhaps this czar wouldn't. But one could now see. Vanir was interested in this stag.

Favorite post you've made and why: I don't really have a faviourite post. But the one i'm about to post is one of my best. Which is probably because i like it. The one i was looking for got deleted but yeah. This character will most likely pop up somewhere again. But yeah. The reason i like this post is not just because it is long, but because it is descriptive and plays with alot of words. Even some strickly RPing ones. The character is Freyja (or Freya) it comes from Heavens Valley.

The wind confused her for a moment. For indeed she thought she had heard another. But how could that be? It was rare enough that she should see one like this out here. In fact she didnt feel nervous about being out here at this hour. For it was like at this hour she could be herself. Now, there was nobody to judge the way she acted. None to start rumors on her happinings. But most of all, nobody to laugh at her. She hated it when she was laughed at. But it seemed as though it was a necessity. To bring you back to knowing you do not own the place in which others believe that they do. Know your place. It was what her mother had always told her. Though her brother had never listened. He was almost as ambitious as herself.

Harks flittered slightly as she caught the silent vocals of Amarai. Nightmares? She was afraid of them, the ones brought to her of Odin. He was trouble, one of the only beings that could scare her into doing almost anything. You couldnt believe how terrifying he was until you saw him. Those eyes.

"Aye, Nightmares haunt me. Even in my wake. Most of the time i darent sleep incase they take me again..."

She whispered slightly. A light sound, barely heard as it sunk through the trees. Hang on, there it was again. The rustling of the bushes, not close yet not to far away. Beside her she felt Vanir tense, his hackles rose. In fact it seemed he had heard the nose aswell. Turning her ivory crown she looked directly into the bushes. Right at where the ebon stag lay. But she could not see him, for he seemed to melt right into the darkness. Supressing a little shiver she looked back to Amarai just in time to catch his second part of lyrics. She felt startled, yet none of that emotion crept upon her maw. She had been well trained in not showing any of the emotion she felt.

Could it be true? He offered her a home, yet they had barely met. Sometimes she thought it quite a rude thing to do, asking of a femme to come with them. Then acting hurt when they denied. It was a difficult possition to be put in.. But...

"You offer me a home? Yet we having just met know nothing of the other. I could be a raving lunatic, yet i do not deny the lust it brings to me to belong...For once.... Bu-"

She stopped abruptly. This time she was sure. Turning her crown quickly she looked to see another stag, stained yet again the colour of charcoal. Drifting towards her. His speed lessened as he caught sight of Vanir, who's bristles had raised upon his spine. Yet he did not move from his mistress' side. She smiled lightly. The stag seemed confused, hoping not to make a fool of himself. She chuckled lightly. She herself had felt that so many times before.

She caught a hint of the old determination upon his optics. That she had seen many times before. That, had never been good. Yet this sight seemed different, this one was afraid. She let a twinkle dance upon her optis. Ivory apendages stood dampened with the morning dew. A light sun rise had started to peep over the distant mountains. She had not realised they had been standing her so long. Faint light touched her crown. She waited politly for the stag to speak. She would not pronounce her loyalty until the other one had spoken. She cared naught for who had the biggest land. Nor who the biggest herd. She was intrested in who had the biggest heart. One that could accept an outcast. Even if this articular outcast was a beauty.

A small laugh escaped her otherwise soundeless maw as the czar spoke his first slightly concerned vocals. It seemed a thing to say when one was out of words. Yet she did not comment on this particular thought.

"A bit late and yet to early. That is the time i like best sir. But true enough that is not the only reason i 'roam' about this frosty morn....Yet you are here to are you not?"

She said. Posing the same question back in his direction, but in a different form. It confused her why both these czars seemed so worried about her being out late. But they were here to? And even if they werent if danger happened to befall her then she had Vanir. Who ubdoubtedly would protect her with his life. In fact, in some cases he had been nearly killed protecting her. She smiled at the nameless stag. A kind gesture one that was given to all yet only to some did it mean anything. You could smile at someone, but only when you really ment it did it mean anything. At his following vocals she twitched her tresses slightly. Names, such a simple thing. Yet it was somethign everyone desired to know.

"They call me Freyja, but as to what you call me al'Harrif. That is your choice."

She said with a sly grin. If one was looking in now, (yet she doubted they would be) it would be a most peculiar sight. It was like to ravens coming to see a seagull. Such an odd combination of colours. Yet they all seemed to fit together perfectly. She knew that by the end of this she would be leaving with one of these two. Yet she was no heartbreaker. Her and the other could still remain friends.

Favorite role player and why: I have many. Namingly Freedom and Luancy from Heavens Valley. That is because they can do things with words that i can't even think of. They are descriptive to the last point, though not overly. They have mad imaginations and can think of just about anything. Not only present and future ideas, but also a past that seems very surreal and creative. Others that i idolize are: Cami, Xavier, Cloud, Alex, Mourge, Demon, Tucker, Kira, Eagle, Noir, Brooke, Bonfire, Rhoni, Deven, Earlena and many others.

Favorite post not made by yourself: I don't really have one (that didn't get deleted)</sup>

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Let's see ... uhm ... hmm ... -pokes application-

I'd have to say ...


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-snickers- You didn't see that coming.

...did you?

Nyah, you probably did. -huffs-

But ... yeah ... fweee!

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